Wednesday March 16 1938
The first spring day- almost Aprilly – 72 at 3:00 P.M. officially but it hailed on the way home.
The woman who gazed so mournfully into the Scioto at Town St. when I went to Lazarus for lunch was still there when I went back to work. I hope I don’t find her a suicide in tomorrow’s paper.
Finished dress tonight except hem. And so to bed.
Letter from Wally tonight says they have already started to shingle the roof of our house. Green, thank goodness.
What did he mean “Yes I did” – so now it is $70”—-